FIC: Not Necessarily Stoned, But Beautiful.
Title: Not Necessarily Stoned, But Beautiful
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17; Explicit Sexual Content, Drug Use
Characters: Sirius Black, James Potter
Pairings: Sirius/James
Word Count: 1,000 [LOL I like how I managed that]
Note: All right. So this is absolutely crack!smut. Blame nina_myers; this prompt was her doing so this one is for her. As I put as a prompter for myself at the top of the page, there is definitely LSD; TOUCHING AND SUCH. MWAHAHAHA. XD The 'and such' slightly got away from me ... [ahem] Anyway. I just finished it now and haven't really run through it, because honestly I don't much care about this being *good* and yes I'm aware that it's pretty trashy writing as it was just for fun. Therefore, it's completely and utterly un-betaed. And oh yeah, did I mention there's crack!smut? Lots of crack!smut. XD
Disclaimer: All characters and things you recognize belong to the genius that is J.K. Rowling. Title is from "Are You Experienced?" by The Jimi Hendrix Experience and therefore is the property of the band, not me.
“Where did you get these again?”
“Bloke around the corner.”
“And you know this bloke?”
“You don’t know these kinds of blokes, Prongs. You know of them.”
James eyes the small squares of blotter paper in Sirius’ palm suspiciously. Sirius, seeing the look, chuckles and says, “Don’t worry, mate. I’ve been to this bloke before. Always has an excellent supply.”
James hesitates for only a moment and then reaches out and takes one of the small squares. He grins back at Sirius and says, “Bottoms up, then,” and then they both swallow the tablets in one gulp.
The effects aren’t immediate, and while they wait Sirius and James take to playing a round of chess. When the squares on the board start to form patterns of their own accord, James figures the drugs are beginning to take effect, and James asks Sirius as much as he stars transfixed by the shapes and colors blossoming on the board in front of him. Sirius’ answering bark of laughter sounds far off.
Time seems to pass slowly, if at all. There are certain points when James swears time stops completely, and when it starts again it feels as if he’s skipped ahead. He doesn’t know how or when they moved, but somehow he and Sirius end up on the large Queen-sized bed. They lay there for he doesn’t know how long, and he can’t think and yet there are so many thoughts running through his mind that, in a normal state, it would be too much to bear.
Suddenly, the man beside him laughs, rolling over to face James in the process; it takes him a moment to realize that that man is Sirius. He puts his hands under his head like a pillow and smiles at James, a sloppy, animated grin that makes James double with his own laughter.
Sirius is still watching him when James’ laughter subsides, and it quickly falls silent between the two as James watches Sirius, too. He has never before realized just how long Sirius’ eyelashes are, but it suddenly strikes him now how beautiful they are framing Sirius’ gray eyes. James is so intrigued that before he knows what he is doing his hand is reaching out to touch Sirius’ eyelids.
As if giving an unspoken permission, Sirius closes his eyes to James’ touch. “Beautiful,” James hears himself murmur, though he doesn’t recall the thought registering in his mind. Sirius laughs in response, a low rumble in this throat that seems magnified tenfold in James’ ears, and it’s the most wonderful sound he thinks he’s ever heard.
James feels his body begin to react slowly, his cock gently stirring in his jeans, but before he has time to shift and attempt to hide it from view, Sirius’s hand is cupping him through his trousers. James’ gasp quickly turns into a low moan at the contact.
“Sirius, I’m not-”
“I know. Nor am I. But this-doesn’t this feel right, somehow? Like this is what we should be doing?” Sirius pauses and seems to lose some of his boldness, his hand falling away from James. “But if you want me to stop, James, just say-”
James isn’t sure what made him do it; perhaps it was all in the drug, or perhaps he had always wanted to do it, deep down, and the drug just gave him the courage. Either way, his mouth is now pressed against his best friend’s where a moment before it wasn’t, and it’s true, this feels right. When Sirius coaxes James’ mouth open and slips his tongue inside, the sensation sends a heady rush of endorphins and adrenaline straight to James’ groin. At the same time that their tongues meet, Sirius’ fingers curl tighter around James’ swelling erection and they both moan.
This is unlike any other physical experience James has ever had, and he knows it has something to do with their altered states of mind, but he wonders if it could also simply be that he is doing it with Sirius.
Sirius growls low in his throat, and James knows without him having to say what he wants. The sound of a zipper undoing joins their labored breathing for a moment, and then James reaches into Sirius’ pants and pulls out his already half-hard cock. It isn’t a sight entirely new to James (never the shy one, Sirius didn’t bother to hide his morning erections or worry about being modest as he changed), but the context makes all the difference this time.
“James,” Sirius whispers, pushing his feet into the mattress and his cock deeper into James’ hand. His name on the lips of Sirius Black is one of the most erotic sounds James thinks he’s ever heard, and he suddenly feels more daring, more willing. His own erection slips out of Sirius’ grip as James moves his head between Sirius’ spread thighs and takes the head of Sirius’ cock into his mouth. Sirius curses and mumbles dirty phrases until he comes with such force that it simultaneously makes James proud and a little jealous; he wants to come just like that, because it looked amazing, and he tells Sirius so when Sirius is coherent enough to listen.
And when Sirius reciprocates, he gives James the best orgasm of his life to date. It must be the drugs, James thinks deliriously, because there’s no way something that good comes naturally. He must have voiced these thoughts aloud, but Sirius laughs and agrees, adding, “I told you this bloke had a good supply.”
When they’re fully sober again, they don’t talk about what happened. It’s in the back of James’ mind; he knows he wants to do it again, and thinks Sirius would as well, but they don’t speak of their desire aloud. It is only ever when Sirius is able to acquire those little squares of blotter paper from the bloke around the corner that Sirius Black and James Potter are anything more than best mates.
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17; Explicit Sexual Content, Drug Use
Characters: Sirius Black, James Potter
Pairings: Sirius/James
Word Count: 1,000 [LOL I like how I managed that]
Note: All right. So this is absolutely crack!smut. Blame nina_myers; this prompt was her doing so this one is for her. As I put as a prompter for myself at the top of the page, there is definitely LSD; TOUCHING AND SUCH. MWAHAHAHA. XD The 'and such' slightly got away from me ... [ahem] Anyway. I just finished it now and haven't really run through it, because honestly I don't much care about this being *good* and yes I'm aware that it's pretty trashy writing as it was just for fun. Therefore, it's completely and utterly un-betaed. And oh yeah, did I mention there's crack!smut? Lots of crack!smut. XD
Disclaimer: All characters and things you recognize belong to the genius that is J.K. Rowling. Title is from "Are You Experienced?" by The Jimi Hendrix Experience and therefore is the property of the band, not me.
“Where did you get these again?”
“Bloke around the corner.”
“And you know this bloke?”
“You don’t know these kinds of blokes, Prongs. You know of them.”
James eyes the small squares of blotter paper in Sirius’ palm suspiciously. Sirius, seeing the look, chuckles and says, “Don’t worry, mate. I’ve been to this bloke before. Always has an excellent supply.”
James hesitates for only a moment and then reaches out and takes one of the small squares. He grins back at Sirius and says, “Bottoms up, then,” and then they both swallow the tablets in one gulp.
The effects aren’t immediate, and while they wait Sirius and James take to playing a round of chess. When the squares on the board start to form patterns of their own accord, James figures the drugs are beginning to take effect, and James asks Sirius as much as he stars transfixed by the shapes and colors blossoming on the board in front of him. Sirius’ answering bark of laughter sounds far off.
Time seems to pass slowly, if at all. There are certain points when James swears time stops completely, and when it starts again it feels as if he’s skipped ahead. He doesn’t know how or when they moved, but somehow he and Sirius end up on the large Queen-sized bed. They lay there for he doesn’t know how long, and he can’t think and yet there are so many thoughts running through his mind that, in a normal state, it would be too much to bear.
Suddenly, the man beside him laughs, rolling over to face James in the process; it takes him a moment to realize that that man is Sirius. He puts his hands under his head like a pillow and smiles at James, a sloppy, animated grin that makes James double with his own laughter.
Sirius is still watching him when James’ laughter subsides, and it quickly falls silent between the two as James watches Sirius, too. He has never before realized just how long Sirius’ eyelashes are, but it suddenly strikes him now how beautiful they are framing Sirius’ gray eyes. James is so intrigued that before he knows what he is doing his hand is reaching out to touch Sirius’ eyelids.
As if giving an unspoken permission, Sirius closes his eyes to James’ touch. “Beautiful,” James hears himself murmur, though he doesn’t recall the thought registering in his mind. Sirius laughs in response, a low rumble in this throat that seems magnified tenfold in James’ ears, and it’s the most wonderful sound he thinks he’s ever heard.
James feels his body begin to react slowly, his cock gently stirring in his jeans, but before he has time to shift and attempt to hide it from view, Sirius’s hand is cupping him through his trousers. James’ gasp quickly turns into a low moan at the contact.
“Sirius, I’m not-”
“I know. Nor am I. But this-doesn’t this feel right, somehow? Like this is what we should be doing?” Sirius pauses and seems to lose some of his boldness, his hand falling away from James. “But if you want me to stop, James, just say-”
James isn’t sure what made him do it; perhaps it was all in the drug, or perhaps he had always wanted to do it, deep down, and the drug just gave him the courage. Either way, his mouth is now pressed against his best friend’s where a moment before it wasn’t, and it’s true, this feels right. When Sirius coaxes James’ mouth open and slips his tongue inside, the sensation sends a heady rush of endorphins and adrenaline straight to James’ groin. At the same time that their tongues meet, Sirius’ fingers curl tighter around James’ swelling erection and they both moan.
This is unlike any other physical experience James has ever had, and he knows it has something to do with their altered states of mind, but he wonders if it could also simply be that he is doing it with Sirius.
Sirius growls low in his throat, and James knows without him having to say what he wants. The sound of a zipper undoing joins their labored breathing for a moment, and then James reaches into Sirius’ pants and pulls out his already half-hard cock. It isn’t a sight entirely new to James (never the shy one, Sirius didn’t bother to hide his morning erections or worry about being modest as he changed), but the context makes all the difference this time.
“James,” Sirius whispers, pushing his feet into the mattress and his cock deeper into James’ hand. His name on the lips of Sirius Black is one of the most erotic sounds James thinks he’s ever heard, and he suddenly feels more daring, more willing. His own erection slips out of Sirius’ grip as James moves his head between Sirius’ spread thighs and takes the head of Sirius’ cock into his mouth. Sirius curses and mumbles dirty phrases until he comes with such force that it simultaneously makes James proud and a little jealous; he wants to come just like that, because it looked amazing, and he tells Sirius so when Sirius is coherent enough to listen.
And when Sirius reciprocates, he gives James the best orgasm of his life to date. It must be the drugs, James thinks deliriously, because there’s no way something that good comes naturally. He must have voiced these thoughts aloud, but Sirius laughs and agrees, adding, “I told you this bloke had a good supply.”
When they’re fully sober again, they don’t talk about what happened. It’s in the back of James’ mind; he knows he wants to do it again, and thinks Sirius would as well, but they don’t speak of their desire aloud. It is only ever when Sirius is able to acquire those little squares of blotter paper from the bloke around the corner that Sirius Black and James Potter are anything more than best mates.